Joseph Rodman Drake

(1795-1820 / United States)

Joseph Rodman Drake Poems

1. Written In A Lady's Album 1/3/2003
2. The National Paintings 4/5/2016
3. Song: Oh The Tear 1/3/2003
4. Song: Tis Not The Beam 1/3/2003
5. Lines To A Lady 5/15/2001
6. Song 5/15/2001
7. Lines To A Lady, On Hearing Her Sing 1/3/2003
8. Song: Oh! Go To Sleep 1/3/2003
9. Sonnet 1/1/2004
10. Lines Written In A Lady's Album 5/15/2001
11. To -- 1/3/2003
12. Lines 5/15/2001
13. Fragment 5/15/2001
14. Tennants Anster Fair 1/1/2004
15. Extracts From Leon. An Unfinished Poem 5/15/2001
16. To Eva 5/15/2001
17. To A Lady With A Withered Violet 5/15/2001
18. To A Friend 5/15/2001
19. Fragments 1/3/2003
20. Hope 5/15/2001
21. Lines Written On Leaving New Rochelle 5/15/2001
22. Niagara 5/15/2001
23. To Sara 5/15/2001
24. To Sarah 1/3/2003
25. The Culprit Fay 5/15/2001
26. The American Flag 5/15/2001
27. Bronx 5/15/2001
Best Poem of Joseph Rodman Drake

Bronx

I SAT me down upon a green bank-side,
Skirting the smooth edge of a gentle river,
Whose waters seemed unwillingly to glide,
Like parting friends who linger while they sever;
Enforced to go, yet seeming still unready,
Backward they wind their way in many a wistful eddy.

Gray o'er my head the yellow-vested willow
Ruffled its hoary top in the fresh breezes,
Glancing in light, like spray on a green billow,
Or the fine frost-work which young winter freezes;
When first his power in infant pastime trying,
Congeals sad autumn's tears on the dead ...

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OH! go to sleep, my baby dear,
And I will hold thee on my knee;
Thy mother's in her winding sheet,
And thou art all that's left to me.
My hairs are white with grief and age,
I've borne the weight of every ill,
And I would lay me with my child,
But thou art left to love me still.

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